The Bookrats - 2.2
This is an ISBI Legacy.
Real men wear kilts!.
Morrolan: Hey mom, dad, I'm back.
Matilda: That's nice dear, now leave us alone and go play in your room.
Remember that lamp they got in college? I put it in Morrolan's inventory and here it is again.
Genie: Who dares to disturb my slumber?!
Morrolan: yeah, do I get my three wishes or what?
Genie: You get three wishes. Choose them well.
Yep, we went for cold, hard cash.
And that resulted in this house. I'm not a great house builder, hence the unimaginative shape. Also, no garden yet because I thought furniture would be a little bit more important.
Morrolan: How the... more moneyz?
I got them a fish tank. Every household needs pets, but I barely trust ISBIs with fish as it is.
And after that was done, Morrolan met up with his sister at a local hangout. Faye is still having a few issues, as you can see.
And because the only woman in the whole place is his sister, Morrolan hangs out at the bar.
And making cheesy faces.
FEMALE SIGHTING!
Go see if she likes you and bring home the genetics.
So far so good.
But she doesn't like to be tickled. Any woman who wants to last longer than a day with Morrolan needs to like being tickled.
New woman! But she has red hair and I would like a bit of variety.
Either way, she'll make a good back up. Plus she seems to like Morrolan's tactics.
Morrolan: You have gorgeous purple eyes.
Abort! Abort! New potential found!
Morrolan: What are you talking about? She's not that good.
*sigh* Okay. Let's go somewhere else.
Somewhere turned out to be the park, where we found this sim.
Morrolan certainly seems to see the potential.
WTF Clones again?! I think I may have accidentally deleted my notownieregen hack. I might start a Black Widow in this hood just for them
Faye: Ah, brother, there you went now let me eat your soul.
Sim With Potential and Morrolan are getting along great. Her name is Sophie Kast.
Date time!
See blondie? This is what you're missing out on.
She's missing out on lots of smooching.
Back home the oldies found a bed. Which isn't their bed but the master bedroom that belongs to the torch holder.
*resisting urge to peek up the kilt*
Gee, you don't have to look so depressed when dropping of flowers for a dream date.
Sophie: But I love these flowers! They're a part of my soul.
And now they'll be a part of Morrolan's wallet.
As of now, it's Morrolan's responsibility to feed the family and quite literally at that.
Oh yes Morrolan, work that outfit! Feel the burn!
Oh why hello there peculiar genetic specimen. Morrolan! Go greet her!
PGS: So this is what you do all day?
Steven: No. Sometimes I curl up in a corner and cry. Now shuddup.
Morrolan moves in for the kill.
Matilda takes her gaming seriously.
Morrolan: That is a stunning dress. Really shows of your assets.
HOLY HELL! What is she doing here?! Morrolan, did you invite her?
Morrolan: Don't look at me.
Okay, just get rid of the blonde.
And smooze up to Sophie. Good boy.
Still don't trust them with fish.
The is the first time Morrolan heads over to the slacker career. His LTW is to become a professional party guest.
And here he is coming back, as a professional party guest. This is why I like college! One LTW achieved. His next is to woohoo 20 sims. I shall have him make his best effort.
But first we need to do something more important.
And get Morrolan's fan mail.
Morrolan: She loves me, she really does.
Who?
Morrolan: I don't know. There are so many.
But back on track with the important thing. Sophie moved in. I'm curious what her cheekbones will do in this legacy. I prefer quirky over plastic-pretty. She's also a popularity sim.
Here she is, made over and all. She loves the violin, gives her +500 every time she plays it. Damn it. I want to see aspiration failure.
Matilda: Honey, who is this hussy at my table?
Morrolan: The future mother of your grandchildren.
And generation three is on its way. I heard chimes! There were chimes!
And of course Generation 3 needs the Bookrats name, so we get working on that (plus Morrolan didn't have a fear for engagement or marriage).
Steven: Gotta pee! Gotta pee! *does the pee dance*
Steven: *shock and fear* OH NOES!
Matilda: Congratulations on wetting yourself.
And Faye showed up. She immediately headed for the bar.
I got Morrolan a job for this and the first adult sim who dies will become a zombie!
What are you so smiley about?
Wedding spam! I can't help but find Morrolan adorable in that suit. Like a kid dressing up in his dad's clothes.
Morrolan: No! No! Stay back! I'm not ready for thiiiiiis.
So he takes out a game and starts to play instead.
Sophie: Oh no you didn't...
Oh yes he did.
Sophie: OM NOM NOM NOM
Morrolan is the only one there to listen to his dad's toast.
Faye: Way to go, brother. I hope she survives.
Awww, he'll make a daddy yet.
Steven: ZOMG! Look! Aliens!
Matilda: Nooooo! No more probing!
Oh Steven that was just low.
They kept the water balloon fight up till well into the day.
I don't even know why I think this is cute.
Sophie: A bush! I see a bush!
Steven spends a lot of time drinking and staring out of the window. He's grown nostalgic with his old age.
I have seen more civilized lunches and also: Faye! You have your own home!
Sims are clearly obsessed with dental health. Especially after using the toilet.
Are you sure that's healthy? You're pregnant, you know.
Morrolan is unaware of his wife's alcohol abuse.
Morrolan: Heee! feeshees!
She's only been here a few days and already drinking from the bottle.
I missed the second bump because I was following Steven around.
Nothing says tasty breakfast like your elderly father stinking up the room.
Married people smooching.
Morrolan: I thought they were supposed to get bigger with pregnancy.
Not in the sims 2, my friend.
Matilda has become strangely obsessed with juggling. Bottles, glasses and even cups.
Sophie is bored, when is that baby due again?
*five seconds later*
Sophie: I didn't mean it like that!
Generation three has landed! The first one, at least.
Meet Allegra Bookrats (Sex and the Single Vampire, it's not as bad as it sounds! It's got matchmaking ghosts and punk ghosts!), mother's skin and hair and daddy's eyes.
Morrolan: Hi there, we'll try to keep from screwing you up too badly.
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Updates will be slower from now on, I had no classes last week but unfortunately they're starting up again, which means less simming time and more studying time.
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Generation 1: 1.0 - 1.1 - 1.2 - 1.3
Generation 2: 2.0 - 2.1